In front of the office of the field department, a new tweeter is installed on the flagpole in the center of the turntable, playing a sonorous new song:

…… Soldiers listen to the party the most, where they need to go, where they are hard, where they settle down......

In the spring, the farm carried out personnel adjustments, and the cadres of the organs went to the grassroots level, and the non-production personnel were streamlined and moved to the front line. Wang Huaju took this opportunity to satisfy Lan Rong's desire to study accounting.

Jiang Lesheng worked as an accountant for a year, and was downgraded from working in the experimental zone -- he did not fill out the declaration form for "work for work."

Jie Dian felt happy and regretful. Fortunately, Lan Rong didn't know anything about accounting, and she wouldn't "starve to death" for a while; It is a pity that Jiang Lesheng, who respects him as a teacher, gives up halfway.

Jiang Lesheng went to return the book "Accounting" edited by Pan Xulun, and Jie Dian said that this book is a solitary edition, you keep it, it may be useful in the future, and it is not in vain for you to call me a master. The old man was moved, and his eyes were a little moist.

Brother-in-law Ma Shukui was transferred from the biotechnology department to the next branch. Deputy Director Wang said that the area of a branch is the largest, and there is a lack of experienced agricultural technicians. The third sister, Jiang Lehua, is an old teacher and went to set up a branch of the children's school.

Jiang Lesheng went to help his sister move to the branch. The third sister asked you if you were a good accountant, why was it suddenly brushed? Brother-in-law said: I heard Cai Chuanguang say that Wang Huaju doesn't like you, saying that no one is self-righteous in your eyes, and you are not as good as Lao Lan's sister.

Jiang Lesheng sighed and said: It's the reason, but it's not all, the job of accounting is not easy to do. It doesn't matter if you work in the land, it is a hundred times stronger than in the hands of Xu Qihu in his hometown.

The second brother Le Tian sent a letter, saying that Xu Qihu changed the accountant of the production team, and the newcomer Zhang Xikou began to take office, so he teamed up with the captain Wang Huaibing to invite "Qixin Wine" and bribe a group of thorns as pawns. said that now people's hearts are scattered, which is like the song "The members are all sunflowers"? Each one does not contribute to the work, grinds the mixed work of foreign workers, and saves energy to go home and serve the land for himself. How can I and the captain manage it?

When the wheat harvest is imminent, Zhang Xikou asks each laborer to make a straw for the drying field of the father-in-law, regardless of the work points; The ingredients are not good, and there is no one for each person, old and young.

He used this method of apportionment to increase the value of work, and deceived his superiors and fooled the members.

Le Tian is less than eighteen years old, Le Mei Le Gu is half a laborer, his mother is bedridden, Zhang Xikou said that your family must pay four! The three children got up and climbed in the middle of the night and finally finished playing. Zhang Xikou accepted it and said: Send two more to send.

Jiang Letian was about to ask the reason, but he said impatiently: "Task for my family."

Jiang Letian thought to himself, what does your mission have to do with me?

Seeing that Le Tian didn't answer, Zhang Xikou said disdainfully: Pig brains! What else can I lose to you? Remember the forty divisions!

Only then did Jiang Letian understand: Zhang Xikou asked him to complete the task of straw for his family, and secretly gave him forty points of work.

The lifeblood of the division of labor. The accountant of the production team is in charge of the power of recording work points, and it is common to send hard work to deduct work points, and no one knows who to record more in private. They run rampant in the township, and many of them originated here.

Forty of the two grass is naturally a lot of labor. But Jiang Letian don't steal the work points, this practice is equivalent to drinking everyone's blood! People should live in the open.

Three days later, Jiang Letian and others planted seedlings in the paddy fields, including Lai Er, who had drunk "Qixin wine". Letian planted seedlings well and quickly, and he planted them like flying according to the prescribed row spacing, pulling others far behind.

After a while, Zhang Xikou came with a cigarette in his mouth, glanced at the field and shouted: "Hey, hey, stop me!"

Everyone straightened up and looked at each other. Zhang Xikou pointed at Jiang Letian: Call you!

Le Tian asked: What's wrong?

Do you have your eyes in the crotch? Planted so thinly, what's the reason for grabbing work? Zhang Xikou said that he was not inferior, intending to provoke.

Le Tian argued: I planted fast but it doesn't mean that I planted thinly. You take a ruler and measure it.

Zhang Xikou said: What is the amount? My eyes are rulers. Unplug and replant!

At this time, Le Tian desperately hoped that someone would speak fairly. Lai Er sneered, and the other two were silent—they were jealous of his quick planting, and they were even more afraid of offending the accountant Zhang Xikou.

Don't pull out? Lao Tzu will pull it out for you! Zhang Xikou rushed into the paddy field, grabbed a handful of planted seedlings, and smashed his head and face at Letian.

Jiang Letian was muddy, instinctively picked up a handful of seedlings, endured a few endurances and didn't make a move: You, you are too bullying! Your eyes are in the crotch!

Zhang Xikou screamed strangely: Wow, the children of stinky rich peasants dare to scold cadres? It's against you! Lai Er made a look, Lai Er made a stumbling block behind his back, and Le Tian fell on his back with his face to the sky, covered in mud like a fish struggling in a swamp.

Zhang Xikou scolded and walked away: Fight with Lao Tzu! You sabotage production, I will punish you!

Le Tian asked the captain Wang Huaibing to comment. Wang Huaibing pretended to look left and right, saying that it was okay to plant, and said that it was okay to be dense. Finally, play a trick: pull out the thinned ones, forget it, and don't pull out the rest, and then plant them.

At the end of the letter, Letian hated and wrote: Brother, I know this matter well, but I have no basis for what I say. With Xu Qihu, Wang Huaibing, and Zhang Xikou, these vampires, why don't the people's communes collapse? Lei Gong Bodhisattva is not long-sighted, the day before yesterday, a rainstorm killed a cow in the team, how could the villains be rampant? ……

Since Jiang Le gave birth to work in the experimental area, he has learned to plow, shovel, harvest and other farm work, and can also make the cattle drive ox carts and support the plow stick. His hands were calloused, his face was tanned, his skin was rough, and his body was strong and his heart was wooden.

In his spare time, he pulled the erhu, and a sheet of Liu Tianhua's music score was turned over.

He loved to read literary and artistic works since he was a child. In the summer of '57, when he was admitted to high school, he used what he had seen in the countryside as the material to write a "cool night talk" and submitted it to the magazine "Juvenile Literature and Art", and the manuscript was actually adopted. The editorial department sent a sample journal and a manuscript fee of nine yuan, and Liu Shaotang, a member of the editorial board, wrote a note and sandwiched it in the sample journal, affirming that he "has a preliminary grasp of narrative writing skills, and has a solid basic skill in word choice and sentence construction", and encouraged him to read more and practice diligently. He immediately replied to Mr. Liu, sincerely expressing his desire to worship him as a teacher, but it is a pity that the "prodigy writer" was classified as a rightist and never heard back.

Last year, he subscribed to the monthly magazine Youth, a magazine aimed at nurturing new talents, and included everything from poetry, novels, and prose reports. The analysis of a new work in each issue, such as face-to-face teaching by the tutor, has benefited him a lot.

In summer and autumn, there are no days off on the farm, and there are no Sundays on Sundays. The self-created agricultural proverb "Maoshan wears hats and workers sleep", which refers to the rhythm of Maoshan Mountain when it is foggy and seems to be raining, and workers can lie down in the dormitory and sleep. Therefore, Maoshan wearing a hat has become the ardent expectation of the tired crowd.

Maoshan put on a hat last night, and it rained at night. Jiang Lesheng leaned on his luggage and flipped through the newly arrived issue of "Youth", which stimulated his impulse to write.

The "four unclear" cadres wearing red hats and fish-fleshed villagers are the most dangerous class enemies at present. Thinking of the Zhang Xikou in his brother's letter, he was uneasy.

The outline was quickly prepared. Divided into five paragraphs: "public grievances", "evil", "inventory", "competition" and "Qingtian", it describes the story of Zhang Kou, the accountant of a certain production team, under the protection of Xu Hu, the secretary of the brigade, who did many evils and boiled public resentment, and Ma Qingtian, secretary of the commune, led a working group to investigate, return compensation and remove from his post and wear the hat of "bad element".

Literary and artistic creation comes from life, and he has no shortage of life accumulation. Zhang Xikou, Xu Qihu, Ma Xiangrui and other characters flashed through their minds like slides. Drawing on the structural form of "Little Erhei Marriage", the draft of more than 3,000 words was completed in one go. The first two stanzas are all real people, and the ending is based on artistic imagination, expressing his desire for good to triumph over evil.

The title of the novel has been altered several times, but it is still empty and no satisfactory name has been come up with. The rain stopped, a few bright stars appeared in the dark sky outside the window, he was immersed in the impulse to create, and his mind suddenly jumped out of the famous sentences of the poetry in the middle school textbook: Shuo rat Shuo Mouse, no food for me, three-year-old Guan Ru, Mo I am willing to care. He was so excited that he almost screamed: It's called "Mouse Catcher"!

Good articles are changed. To cool down the overheated nerves, he put the draft of "The Mouse Catcher" on hold for a few days and then began to revise it. Every day, I think about words and sentences in my spare time, so that I can't sleep at night. Half a month later, on another rainy day, he finished transcribing and proofreading the manuscript, walked eight miles with an umbrella to the post office, and sent it to the editorial office of "Youth" by registered mail.

Nervously waiting for a response from the editorial department. Maybe he put in too much effort, maybe the psychology of "the child's own good", compared with the newly published novels in the journal, he felt that his proud work was expected to be voted in immediately, and the manuscript should be sent with a notice of use, not a rejection scrolled on brown paper.

A month later, I received a reply from the editorial department. Eagerly opened, there was a fixed format of the lead print revision notice, only the name of the manuscript was filled in manually: Comrade Jiang Lesheng: The manuscript "Rat Catcher" has been received, thank you for your strong support to this journal. Your work is basically successful but has minor flaws, and it is recommended to make further revisions, which will be adopted as the journal deems appropriate. At the end is a beautiful signature - Zhu Xiaoran, the editor in charge. 1964。 6，19。 Oval blue seal of the editorial office.

There are several suggestions for changes below the revision notice. The two scenes were improperly described, the language of individual characters did not match their identities, and several words and sentences were inaccurate, which he felt was very reasonable.

Although he didn't hit the ball right away, he was encouraged by the hope of success. It is like a child who lifts a kite into the air and sees the kite rising and must run against the wind to avoid falling to the ground. He struck while the iron was hot, finished the manuscript after a few sleepless nights, and went to the post office again to send it, holding the registered letter in his hand and letting out a long sigh of relief. The article of more than 3,000 words has been hard for two months, and it really makes people haggard for Iraq.

After another half a month, He He, the elder of the mission department, called the good seed station and asked Jiang Lesheng to go to the department. After meeting, Lao He asked if you had submitted? Magazines send letters to understand your political identity and current performance, and may need to use your manuscript. ――You don't know that submissions have to be reviewed by the unit?

Jiang Lesheng blushed and hurriedly explained: I write and play in my spare time, and I don't know how to submit a manuscript for review by the unit. Q: Did Lao He reply to the letter? He is sensitive to "political identity" for fear of affecting the publication of his works.

Section Chief He said that the Propaganda and Education Section has always encouraged and supported submissions, but so far no one has published them in journals at or above the provincial level. Lao He also said that news reporting units must be checked. You are an author survey this time, and you can publish your work if you don't have citizenship rights from the four categories.

Lao He told him the proposed return belief: Comrade Jiang Lesheng is a basic worker in our field, graduated from high school, and is a member of the Communist Youth League. Ideological progress, positive work performance, and no political and historical problems are hereby proved. After reading it, I asked, is this okay?

He is not a member of the regiment. When I was a freshman in high school, I was not old enough to join the group, and the application was rejected by the branch; Five or eight years later, the situation changed abruptly, and my father became a typical example of the restoration of class enemies in the county newspaper. He lived in fear like a little mouse, and he no longer had the courage to apply to join the group; After failing the college entrance examination, the job is still not guaranteed, how can you have the heart to consider political progress?

Section Chief He did not mention the family component in his reply, which made him greatly relieved. He said gratefully: Thank you Section Chief He for proving me so well. It's just that I haven't joined the league yet, so let's cross out the four words "Communist Youth League member".

Lao He smiled slightly: It doesn't matter, just think about joining the group, it's more advantageous to write in this way. Don't forget to invite me to candy when you get the manuscript fee...... Lao He hoped that his novel would be published smoothly and add luster to the farm's missionary work.

A few days later, Jiang Lesheng was shoveling the ground in the test area. The bicycle bell rang from far and near, and the correspondent Xiao Chi jumped off the car and shouted happily: Jiang Lesheng! Have your registered, remittance slip!

He threw down his hoe, took the registered mail, and opened the cover, which contained a brand-new Youth magazine. In the "Novel" column of the title page, the title of the third article in bold is "The Mouse Catcher", and after a dotted line is the author "Jiang Lesheng", page 28 in parentheses. The amount of the remittance order is 32 yuan, and the seventh installment of the remuneration is postscripted.

He went limp and sat on the ground.

Over the years, I have experienced setbacks again and again, and I have never tasted success. He has forgotten his ideals, annihilated hopes, and his future is as bleak as fog. Every Monday to the seventh day of the week, heavy manual labor repeats itself, three meals a day of corn ballast, plus a bunk 80 centimeters wide, and this has not come easily! He is eager to succeed, even a little breakthrough, to dispel the haze above his head, sweep away the psychological obscurity, and inject some vitality into the exhausted youth. At this moment he succeeded! The dream is coming true, and it is also a gift for his upcoming twenty-first birthday.

Not long ago, the publicity window in front of the department was changed, and the headline of the "One Sentence News" column was: "Youth" magazine published the novel "Mouse Catcher" by Comrade Jiang Lesheng of the Good Seed Station, which was the first time that my employees published their works in a provincial publication.

In the next three days, in the morning, noon and evening "Maoshan News" program, the announcer Xiaoqu recited the above content nine times, and Jiang Lesheng's name echoed nine times at the foot of Maoshan Mountain.

He went to the post office to collect the manuscript fee. The middle-aged female saleswoman looked at the official seal of the unit on the back of the remittance slip, looked at it repeatedly with puzzled eyes, and then handed him thirty-two yuan, and muttered to her colleagues: I can't see it, this guy is a showman. Jiang Lesheng's face turned red and he quickly escaped from the gate of the post office.

He deposited thirty yuan in the bank and had the first passbook in his life. The state-owned national treasure has the treasure of the town, and the small passbook is the treasure of his town, which was pressed at the bottom of the box for more than five years until he got married in exchange for a semiconductor pocket radio.